Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng glanced at the note for a second, then drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

To his surprise, the wine had a very smooth taste and a hint of sweetness, unlike distilled spirits at all; it tasted more like rice wine.

But just as he was about to give his evaluation, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly struck him, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

The novelist seemed to have anticipated this scene and promptly approached to help him up.

"This wine."

Liu Zheng was in a daze and wanted to speak, but he couldn't control his tongue at all.

The words he had drunk appeared before his eyes and then began to arrange and recombine automatically.

They sometimes leap joyfully, and sometimes writhe in agony.

Once all the words were arranged and combined, a short story appeared before Liu Zheng's eyes.

Three days later, as he faced the girl wielding the butcher's knife, he couldn't help but recall the afternoon his wife had happily told him she was pregnant.

His attention was immediately captured by the very first sentence.

When Liu Zheng tried to read the text below, his consciousness was transported into a dreamlike state.

In his dream, he was a white-collar worker at an advertising company with a beautiful wife.

Compared to other husbands in the metropolis, Liu is truly happy.

His wife's ethnic group had migrated from elsewhere decades ago, and although they had forgotten most of their memories of the outside world, their deeply ingrained customs had not yet been completely assimilated by the metropolis.

Every day before leaving home, Liu Zheng receives encouragement from his wife.

Every day when he gets home, he can immediately enjoy a delicious meal.

When his wife told him she was pregnant, Liu Zheng felt like the happiest person in the entire metropolis.

Even the first-class citizens couldn't be as happy as him.

Because he is not a fully human being, reproduction is much more difficult for him than for ordinary people.

To save this hard-won child, Liu Zheng took over all the housework, and even bought groceries after work and brought them home.

Metropolitan areas are not safe, especially for a pregnant woman.

Unfortunately, despite all the precautions, the accident still happened.

One day, he forgot to bring his USB drive containing the PowerPoint presentation to work.

The meeting is about to start, and it's definitely too late to go back and get it.

If he makes a mistake at such an important meeting, he could be fired on the spot.

Without this job, he wouldn't be able to support his family.

Left with no other option, Liu Zheng had to call his wife and ask her to bring the USB drive over.

His wife happily agreed, and then he never heard from her again.

When he saw his wife again, she was a mangled corpse.

His eight-month-old child was left aside, like a rat that had been burned.

Liu Zheng didn't know how he managed to stay rational, but he did it.

He reported the incident to the police, and the officers from the Public Security Bureau arrived quickly, but the results of the search did not satisfy him.

For six months, Liu Zheng went to the Public Security Bureau every day.

However, the result was that there was no result.

Finally, he gave up the idea of ​​relying on the police to solve the case and decided to take revenge himself.

Perhaps the gods high above him sympathized with his plight, and luck finally smiled on his side.

Liu Zheng won two million yuan with a lottery ticket he bought casually, which provided the initial funding for his revenge plan.

So he began to track down the murderer through various channels.

This investigation lasted for thirteen years.

Thirteen years later, one night, one of Liu Zheng's informants provided him with a piece of intelligence.

A werewolf scoundrel, drunk, boasted that he had raped and dismembered a pregnant fox-woman.

His wife was a fox-person, a race that is relatively rare even in the metropolis.

Liu Zheng and his informant found the werewolf scoundrel and tied him up in a secret safe house for interrogation.

After a brutal interrogation that even the interviewers found cruel, he finally received both bad news and good news.

The bad news is that the werewolf was just bragging; it wasn't the killer.

The good news is that it knows who the real killer is.

When the werewolf mumbled the name of the real culprit through his toothless mouth, Liu Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because that was the name of his former boss.

Chapter 222 Only someone with a dark mind could come up with such a plot.

His former boss, Dodge, was not a good person and enjoyed exploiting his employees.

But Liu Zheng couldn't understand why the other party would target his wife and daughters when he had no conflict of interest with him and had never even asked for a raise.

Filled with questions and anger, he began investigating his former boss, Dodge.

Finally, after nearly exhausting his savings over the years, he found Dodge's address and prepared manpower and weapons.

But Liu Zheng did not act immediately; he chose to wait nearby for three days.

Three days later, on that day that caused him immense pain every year, he stormed into Dodge's villa with the desperados he had hired from the old town.

Fueled by his belief in revenge and the power of his race, Liu Zheng became incredibly strong.

Even the security guards Dodge hired at great expense couldn't stop him.

Finally, he broke into Dodge's secret room.

The whole family was hiding inside, all neatly arranged.

"Dodge, do you remember me?"

Liu Zheng removed his hood and shouted a question.

Once Dodge saw his face clearly, he knew he was doomed.

He pleaded with Liu Zheng to spare his family, but all he got in return was a cold laugh.

"You told me to spare your family, but who will spare mine?"

Liu Zheng raised his hand and fired a shot, smashing the heads of Dodge's wife and son.

Then, he looked at Dodge's daughter.

The girl was wearing an exquisite dress and was very pretty, just like a little princess.

If his daughter grew up to be this age, she would definitely be prettier and healthier than her.

Thinking of this, Liu Zheng's anger intensified, and a trace of poisonous flames burned away his reason.

He grabbed the girl and tore her clothes to shreds.

"No!"

Dodge screamed.

"Shut up!"

Liu Zheng punched him to the ground, then chopped off his limbs with a machete.

"I'll make you suffer ten times more than I did!"

Liu Zheng howled.

He shot Dodge through the head.

But just as Liu was about to shoot Dodge's daughter, his pupils dilated to the extreme in terror.

Because he saw the fox-ear birthmark on Dodge's daughter's chest.

The birthmark on his chest was exactly the same as his wife's; it was proof of their bloodline.

Just as Liu Zheng was about to speak, trembling, the already dead Dodge suddenly rammed his head against the ring on his severed hand.

A laser beam pierced his throat and burned his vocal cords.

Then four more laser beams shot out, severing his limbs, just as he had done to Dodge.

"My dear daughter, kill him! Kill this murderer!"

Dodge shouted that what was flowing from the wound on his head was not blood, but a liquid that looked like engine oil.

A gleeful smile played on his face. What a thrilling plot it was to see a father being killed by his daughter who saw him as an enemy!

The girl obediently picked up the machete and slowly walked towards Liu Zheng.

At this moment, her eyes no longer held innocence or fear, but only hatred and rage, just like Liu Zheng's.

The child raised the machete and then swung it down suddenly.

The moment Liu Zheng's head was severed, his heart was filled with nothing but extreme sorrow.

"grass!"

When Liu Zheng woke up from his dream, the first thing he did was to start cursing.

This is absolutely disgusting. Only someone with a dark mind could come up with a plot like this.

"How does it feel to say 'extreme joy turns to sorrow,' Mr. Deliveryman?"

The black cat asked with a smile.

"I just want to know if this is a non-fiction novel?"

Liu Zheng asked with a gloomy expression, his face hidden behind his hand.

"To describe it as a documentary novel would be a bit of an understatement of the 'joy turning into sorrow' story. If I had to say, it's actually a case file."

"That's what the black cat said."

"I think it's more appropriate to call it a documentary, except that the people in it don't know they're actors."

he said with a sneer.

"You're not wrong to say that."

The black cat shrugged and said.

How many cups of "Joy Turns to Sorrow" does the club produce in a year?

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don't know about that, since I'm not part of the club. But I estimate there should be at least a few hundred cups."

The black cat thought for a moment and then said.

"That's quite a lot."

He smiled and said.

Hundreds of cups of "joy turning to sorrow" represent the fate of thousands of individuals and families being arbitrarily manipulated and driven to collapse.

"That's not much for a metropolis."

The black cat said calmly.

“Even if they are not selected by the club, they will still live a miserable life. Moreover, the club does bring them some benefits.”

"For example, the protagonist of this drink you're drinking would definitely have no offspring without the club's help."

"So, they should be grateful for the club's great kindness?"

Liu Zheng's tone was heavy with sarcasm.

“I know you have a hard time understanding this logic, but that’s just how the metropolis is.”

The black cat looked at him with pity.